DescriptionEvery girl wants to spend Valentine’s Day curled up with her sweetheart, getting balloons and chocolate, maybe a special dinner. But not Kat, and not with her vampire lover.
Kat has been seeing Tyran for years and their sex life couldn’t be any better, or more vanilla. It’s time to spice things up and Kat wants to show this in control vampire who’s boss. Deciding to spend the weekend at an abandoned sex shop, Kat has every kind of dominant inspiration at her disposal. Where to begin?
With next to endless options and a vampire loving the idea of calling her “Mistress,” Kat learns chocolate may be a girl’s best friend, but so is a whip.
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Excerpt:If someone would have told me fucking a vampire would be the best sex of my life, I might have believed them. If someone would have told me I had plans to chain that vampire up and give him the flogging of his immortal life, make him submissive to my demands, I would have had a hard time swallowing that, no pun intended. But that’s exactly what I planned to do.
My nerves were the least of my problems. Tyran, my vampire lover, knew something was up. He didn’t know, nor would he believe in Valentines.
We’d been “together” for countless years, never officially giving it a title. During the apocalypse, there isn’t much else to do but have sex. When everything in Hell escapes including zombies and furies, many days are spent hiding out in my home, aka my tree house. So why not partake in a bit of fun? Orgasms can really pass the time, and Tyran is good at that.
I sat on the ledge of my house overlooking an overgrown backyard, feet swinging in the breeze. Darkness, one of the setbacks to the end of the world, made sure I didn’t cast any shadows and draw unwanted attention. Tyran would be back soon with food for me.
I heard leaves crunching beneath the weight of someone’s feet. Grabbing my wooden stake, I listened closer. The steps were too close, too hurried. Zombies walk like each step is their last. Must be Tyran. To be sure, I stood and waited. The crunching came closer, faster. I aimed my stake at the source…Tyran pushed through an overgrown bush. I exhaled. For some unknown reason, even after killing hundreds of zombies and a few furies, I held my breath until the kill was made.
Tyran smiled up at me, jumped into our home and handed me my cooked dinner: zombie flesh. We’d learned ages ago that peeling just the top layer of skin and cooking it until it was almost black killed the infection. It tasted like shit, smelled worse, but it kept me alive so there wasn’t much to complain about. Each bite was like eating a roasted potato chip. In times like these I would kill, literally, for a potato chip. But all food became scarce. The dark skies caused animals to die and plant life to wilt. Drinks were equally hard to come by. We were lucky to find bottled water. Tyran found me vitamins to help keep me in top shape.
As I finished my ever-so-delectable meal, I tilted my head to the side. I felt cool breath before the pinch of Tyran’s fangs sinking into me. To feel him sucking, technically my life, but sucking on me none the less, feeling droplets of my blood trickling down my neck, it turned me on. I never knew why, but as he drank I wanted to push him down and fuck him senseless. He wouldn’t mind, Tyran never complained in that area.
When he finished he bit into his wrist and used his blood to cover my wound. He thought scarring me was a way to constantly see what a monster he is. The only remains ever left were a massive hickey.
“So you make any kills today, other than that zombie?” I asked, sitting down on my futon.
Tyran relaxed next to me, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“No. Saw a couple furies so I had to stay hidden.”
Furies. Those beasts were the worse things to come from Hell. They would eat anything with or without a heartbeat. Any encounter didn’t leave room for survival.
I snuggled up to Tyran, immediately noticing the bulge in his pants. My hand rubbed over it, feeling it quiver under my touch. Tyran let out a small moan, slightly thrusting his hips into my touch. Wrapping my hand around his cock, my own body responded to his arousal. Yeah, fucking his senseless seemed like a fabulous idea. But I had to resist. I kissed his neck and turned away. Tyran grabbed me by my waist, pulling my ass against his erection. He pushed my upper body over so I was completely at his disposal. I laughed and wiggled out from under his grasp.
“Why must you be like that?” he asked.
I placed a hand on my hip, giving him a smirk that read how dirty my intentions were. “Tomorrow is Valentine’s.”
“That fucking holiday? I have no idea why you humans hold so much emphasis on trivial things.”
“You’ll like what I got you this year.” I walked over, straddling him. “I want to have a little fun, in the sexual manner. And you’re going to give it to me.”
He ran his hands over my ass. “Am how might that be?”
I smiled. “I’m taking you someplace fun. Where you have to do exactly what I say, no questions asked.”
His brows cocked. “Someone wants to play dominant?”
“Yes, and you are my slave. Get your cock ready for the best week of its immortal life.”